May the Fourth be with you.
Today, May the Fourth, is Star Wars day. It is no coincidence, that The Good Men Project published an article I wrote on “Teaching My Son to Use the Force” yesterday.
Come by and check it out. Let me know what you think.
For over three decades, I read the Dalai Lama’s books on compassion, attended lectures by Thich Nhat Hanh, and even did a week long Metta meditation in Sri Lanka, yet I was unable to feel compassion on a daily basis. Looking at the state of the world today, I don’t think I was alone in this inability to practice compassion.
After countless broken relationships and on the verge of divorce at the age of 47, I finally realized what it meant to have compassion. I learned that compassion requires empathy. We can’t sympathize with the misfortune of others if we are unable to step into their shoes and understand their thoughts and feelings. Continue reading →
The Lil’ Buddha
“Daddy, are sharks googuys or baaguys?” my three year old son asked while he was taking a bath.
It’s a legitimate question. I don’t want my son to classify all sharks as bad, but I also don’t want him to pet a shark because he thinks it is his friend. I heard a story of some little girls who got mauled by a bear because they ran up to it thinking it was a Care Bear.
My older son rescued me, “Sharks are not guys, right Daddy? Plus, there are no good guys and bad guys.” Continue reading →
In the middle of the night, my 3 year old son started screaming, “No, No, No.” After waking from a nightmare, he was inconsolable. “I want something,” he babbled for half an hour. Water, blankets, stuffed animals, Mommy–nothing could make him stop crying. In my half-awake state, I realized that he was teaching me about Buddhism. Continue reading →